"Little Lies" always reminds me of being on the brink of 16, feeling dangerous yet completely in control -- self-conscious and sexy, standing on the precipice of adulthood.
All songs can give me a sense of the place and time they became part of my life's soundtrack, but that one is stronger than most.
I'm sitting in a Pizza Hut, and my hair looks good for once. My friends are rowdy and we are so young, so powerful. The edges are softened and curled -- it's a well-loved photograph of a moment that always comes on the notes of Fleetwood Mac.
Tell me lies. Yeah, that actually sums up high school fairly well.